Spring Coronation

Above the brightening vale in sun reborn The barrow braes are clothed as we behold Amid green pines the gorse and broom adorn With blossoms swathing heath in cloth of gold Below: the tarn’s once dark and baleful mien Is now transformed with shining silver face Neath damsel sapphire jewels in flickering gleam Margined by a garland amber bracken lace Now Nature flags the sign to all its kin No longer to hold back its life elan But flourish without caution and begin The annual great cycle - sacred plan Reach of present strife-thrown shadows on our days Shall be as life’s great rhythms: passing phase